Based On A True Story.

It's 4 in the morning, he's up earlier than usual. It's Saturday, a day he'd dread and hate, but that Saturday was different, totally different. He had been waiting for this day the whole year. He's got this Grand plan, this mindset of what to do. Now that the day finally came, his "Grand plan" was cut into a rather small speck of dust due to situations and circumstances; but nonetheless, he was going for it.

He had a class at 8:00 to 11:00 am, Community Service. It seemed to take forever as he waited for the class to end. He still had big arrangements: Flowers, Cakes, Cards, whatevers. He calls up the arrangements for the flowers. The phone kept ringing, but he got no answer. "Oh crap, have to find a flower shop, fast" he said. He finds one, but the flowers aren't as pretty, "well, what'd you expect from a cheap store, this will have to do," he thought.

The clouds were dark and gloomy. Boom! Thunder and Lightning illuminate the sky, "Damn it, looks like it's going to rain." he said. Things just couldn't possibly be worse. He arrives at the terminal at 12 pm, looking for a Jeepney en route to Paseo, but It's not in it's usual place. "Oh no..." He starts to worry. He asks the person-in-charge, she said: "you just missed the last Jeepney, the next one's going to be 5 pm." Oh shit. C'mon, it really has to be 5 pm? He has to take a different route, Balibago, longer and more tumultous, but he didn't care, he just wanted to see her.

He rides, but the skies aren't a pretty sight. He's sweaty, tired and disoriented. His blood pressure's shooting up and he's nervous. "Oh, what will she say, what do i do, do i even look okay?" Now, capital RAIN came pouring down, all round and about. Crap, he's wet and his white long-sleeved polo looked like it came from a surplus shop. He arrives at Balibago, takes a tricycle to the Paseo, but lo and behold, the streets are flooded, and his white Chuck Taylors are now wet and unpleasantly brown. Yes, Mud. He embraces the flowers, protecting it from getting wet. It's the only thing that can keep it from getting destroyed by the Wind and Rain. He arrives at Paseo, he tries to freshen up, but he was too impatient to. He just wanted to see her.

He texts her, asking where she is. She replies, and he runs to find her. There she is, and everything written above this sentence means nothing at all. It feels like heaven, honestly. She looked wonderful as always; Beautiful, Graceful, Stunning, Lovely, Cute and Angelic as ever. Again, she won. She won him over. All the rehearsals in front of the mirror were gone. Tongue-tied for the nth time, unexplainable. The cheap, wet roses were unworthy, he was unworthy. He didn't want to look into her eyes, because every time he did he felt he was going to cry. He slowly handed her flowers to her, embarrassing as it may seem. She smiled and seemed happy to see him and she liked the flowers. A few exchange of words, a few laughs, his shaking hands and his beating heart was unnoticeable.

Everything looked like it was something taken from a story book, It was almost perfect.

But a few words can change it all. From his lips, he uttered.

"I Love You. And This might be the last time i'll see you."

***

For you see, He has loved Her for so long now. Since they met, She didn't leave his mind. But now, it's time for him to let go of something he doesn't really have. He's not giving up, he's just really accepting that he hasn't got a chance at her heart, he is truly unworthy. If they're really meant to be together, fate will bring them back. No matter what. He never really knew if the girl of his dreams loved him back, he never knew what she really felt about him. He just wants her to know that she's the greatest girl he has ever met. See you soon? he hopes, maybe. If she wants him to. If she wants him back.

He's just a guy from the the poor town of Biñan, She's a True Blue Atenean Atenean.

Based On A True Story.
Good Night.